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Guest: Visenya doesn't have Valyrian purple eyes, because I wanted her to get the recessive gene. Similar to how Alyssa Targaryen had one blue eye and one green eye, I wanted Visenya to have blue eyes to be different.
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The next day, a certain amount of tenseness was felt inside of The Red Keep and all throughout King's Landing. While most of the small folk sided with Visenya, believing it was Cersei's fault Joffrey was so vial, others sided with the Crown, and wanted to see Tyrion fail. The Crown called in The Mountain to be their champion, and while Tyrion originally wanted Bronn, after a conversation he had with Oberyn...Oberyn was now going to fight The Mountain.
Visenya thought it was quite ironic...only she didn't know the real reason, Oberyn wanted to fight for Tyrion.
Once Visenya was dressed, she and Mira walked over to the arena together. As they entered the arena, they started walking up to where their seats were. Margaery smiled as the two sat down.
"It's good to see you both." She began. "Such a shame...it's a beautiful day...and horrible things are about to happen."
"I'm not surprised they brought Ser Gregor in for this." Visenya commented. "Any chance they want to murder someone, they jump at the chance to use The Mountain."
"I'm glad Lord Tyrion is not fighting him...that would be unfair." Mira nodded in agreement.
"They don't care." Visenya continued. "The King isn't even here...the Hand and the Queen are running everything. No matter who tries to intervene, it'll always come down to Cersei and Tywin."
"Not if I marry Tommen." Margaery spoke with pride.
Visenya glanced over to her in silence, knowing no matter how hard the girl tried...Cersei would not back down. She looked over to Ellaria and Oberyn talking, and deep in her mind, she prayed to every single god, Valyrian, Old and New, hoping he would destroy The Mountain. She let out a small sigh as she watched Tyrion walk into the arena, exchange a few words with Oberyn, before walking to his designated seat. The Mountain stood at the opposite end of the arena, pacing back and forth eager to take down his opponent. Pycelle stepped into the center of the arena and began to address the crowd.
"In the sight of gods and men, we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of this...man Tyrion Lannister." Pycelle began. "May the Mother grant them mercy. May the Father give them such justice as they deserve. And may the Warrior guide the hand of our champion..."
Tywin, from his position sitting in the Royal Box started to gesture to Pycelle to get the event moving. Almost immediately horns blew, notifying both opponents to start the fight. Oberyn kissed Ellaria and then walked into the center of the arena, tossing his weapon into the air, and catching it. The crowd cheered in excitement, and Visenya felt a pit in her stomach as she watched the two men begin to circle each other.
"Have they told you who I am?" Oberyn asked.
"Some dead man." The Mountain taunted as he lunged forward trying to kill Oberyn.
"I am the brother of Elia Martell." Oberyn began. "Do you know why I have come all the way to this stinking shit-pile of a city? For you. I'm going to hear you confess before you die. You raped my sister. You murdered her. You killed her children. Say it now and we can make this quick."
As Oberyn began to attack at the mountain, many of the crowd looked on in shock, at the fact that the smaller man from Dorne, was beating the Crown's champion. Visenya leaned forward in deep thought, hoping that everything would go in Oberyn's favor.
"Say it. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children." Oberyn said with anger as he stabbed The Mountain in the gut. "You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! You raped her! You murdered her!"
He then charged at The Mountain, and delivered one final strike knocking him to the ground. The crowd looked on in shock, and Visenya's eyes widened in disbelief. Finally. After all these years, someone finally avenged Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon.
"You killed her children!" Oberyn explained pulling his weapon out of The Mountain's body, before walking around his body. "Wait. Are you dying? No, no, no. You can't die yet. You haven't confessed. Say it. Say her name. Elia Martell. You raped her. You killed her children. Elia Martell. Who gave you the order? Who gave you the order?! Say her name! You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children. Say it. Say her name. Say it!"
In the blink of an eye, The Mountain tripped Oberyn, grabbed him, punched his teeth out, and grabbed onto his head, squeezing extremely hard, making Oberyn scream in agony.
"Elia Martell. I killed her children. Then I raped her. Then I smashed her head, like this!" The Mountain taunted, smashing Oberyn's skull into his hands.
Visenya's eyes widened in disbelief as she heard Ellaria let out a scream of horror. The entire crowd was in shock. The man was a horrible person. Visenya felt tears coming to her eyes. Her last connection to Elia. Gone. She was fuming with anger. Tears began to form in her eyes. While she didn't know Elia well, it felt like she was loosing a piece of Elia. Tywin immediately stood up.
"The gods have made their will known." Tywin began. "Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, you are hereby sentenced to death."
The crowd then erupted into a frenzy, and Visenya shook her head in disbelief. Tyrion was going to die, and there was nothing any of them could do about it. Later that day, Visenya sat on her balcony, looking out at the calming water of Blackwater Bay, wondering how long it would take her to get to Dragonstone. All she wanted was to go to Dragonstone.
She didn't want to be here any longer.
She glanced down at Maegor who was sleeping by her feet, as she continued to think. Another person connected to her family was dead. Another life, lost. She felt as though every time she blinked, another person died. She felt like it was a curse.
Just as she was about to go to bed for the evening, a knock was at her door. She frowned in confusion as she stood up, and walked over to the door. She opened the door to reveal Jaime on the other side. He immediately walked into her room.
"Sure, let yourself in." She sighed, before closing the door behind him.
"I will." He replied. "I needed to speak with you."
"Why?" She frowned.
"I need your help." He began. "I need to get Tyrion out of the capital."
"And where would he go?" She questioned. "He can't go to Dorne...the Martell's will kill him, he can't go North, the Bolton's will kill him, he can't go West because your father will kill him. Where can the man go?"
"Essos."
"Why Essos?" She asked.
"It's far away from here, and they plan to execute him on the morrow." He explained. "I need to get him out of King's Landing, before Cersei or my father gets to him."
Visenya thought for a moment before her eyes widened in realization. "There's only one man in King's Landing that can smuggle a person in and out, without a trace."
Jaime frowned before he realized who she was talking about, and almost instantly, the two of them practically ran down to Varys, who was surprised to see the both of them. After discussing how they'd get Tyrion out of King's Landing, they both decided that Varys would place him on a transportation ship headed for Essos upon sunrise, and was packing up now. Once they officially decided on how they'd get Tyrion out, and after dismissing a few idiot members of the Kingsguard, they were able to get down to Tyrion's cell, without alerting Tywin or Cersei.
"Oh, get on with it you son of a whore." Tyrion spoke as Visenya and Jaime walked inside.
"Is that any way to speak about our mother?" Jaime asked.
"What're you doing?" Tyrion asked in disbelief. "What is she doing here?"
"What do you think we're doing?" Jaime asked in slight annoyance. "The galley's waiting in the bay bound for the Free Cities."
"Who's helping you?"
"Varys." Visenya responded.
"Varys?" Tyrion asked in disbelief.
"You have more friends than you thought." Jaime smiled.
"Follow us." Visenya explained gesturing for him to follow her.
Using the passages that Visenya used to get down to the dungeons without being noticed, they weaved their way, through passage and passage, until they reached the end of the tunnel.
Jaime pointed to the staircase. "There's a locked door at the top of the stairs. Knock on it twice, and then twice again. Varys will open."
Tyrion sighed. "I suppose this is goodbye, then."
Visenya had a small smile as she watched the two of them hug. Visenya then knelt to give Tyrion a hug.
"Take care of my brother...you'll keep him in line." He smirked making Visenya shake her head in amusement.
"Goodbye, Tyrion." Visenya smiled. "Thank you for everything."
"Farewell, little brother." Jaime said with sincerity as they watched the man turn around, leaving them forever.
As Tyrion started to ascend the stairs, he stopped to turn back to his rescuers.
"Jaime, Visenya, thank you. For my life." He said with a smile, happy to call them famiy.
Jaime nodded. "Quickly now."
Within a matter of moments, Tyrion disappeared after he entered the door, and once the door was closed, Visenya let out a sigh. After a few minutes, Visenya climbed the stairs, with Jaime following her, leading them to an empty street within King's Landing.
"That was less eventful than I thought." Visenya began as they headed back to The Red Keep.
"You wanted violence?" Jaime asked with a frown.
She shrugged. "No, but I thought your father would have it more heavily guarded."
"He has wanted Tyrion dead since the day he was born. He doesn't care who completes the task, as long as it was done." He explained.
She shook her head. "What a cruel and vile man."
"I'm sorry about Oberyn." He said with a small sigh, knowing how difficult the topic was for the girl.
"He was the last connection I had to Elia...and now he's gone." She sighed. "I feel like it's a curse from the Gods...everyone I care about is either dead or dying or wanted to be dead."
"You still have me." He began. "But I know you don't care for me."
She shook her head. "That's not true."
"Look at how far we've come Princess." He began making her roll her eyes. "We hated each other, and now we care for each other...how time has changed."
"Probably because we've shared enough trauma being together." She sighed.
"Perhaps." He spoke with a nod, as they turned down an alley. "My father expects us to marry within a week."
She nodded. "I know. Don't worry, I'll bare you many sons, all with the name Lannister."
"But you won't be happy." He began.
She tilted her head back and forth. "They will have Targaryen blood...it could be worse."
"Give them Valyrian names." He explained making her stop in he tracks. "If you have to give them the name Lannister, allow for their given names to be of your culture. That way, we both have a say in what our children will be called. Deal?"
A small smile appeared on her face, before she placed a kiss on his cheek.
She nodded. "Deal."
They both continued walking before a figure stood at the end of the alleyway. Jaime immediately tightening the grip he had on his sword, and Visenya's hand reached for the dagger Ned gave her that was hidden inside her cloak. The figure started walking toward them.
"Get behind me." He told her. "Head towards The Keep, I'll hold them off."
"No." She protested. "If it's an assassin your psycho sister or father sent, I want a chance at them."
"Visenya Targaryen." The figure began. "The Queen of Dragons."
"What do you want?" Jaime asked in anger, ushering Visenya behind him, but Visenya stood her ground, eager to take on the figure.
"I am here to warn you. The dragon queen is in grave danger."
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